Tag Archives: silence

The Ego is so adept at adding things on to increase its dysfunctional self. It is hard to be sure that a Man is truly acting without ego or whether he is acting the role of a man who is … Continue reading →

But really you see there weren’t any great at all. Those may not have stumbled, heads high, walked tall, filling the silence where others mumbled. But words fail skulls fall. And before? Before, they could taste, smell, see, tell, bore. … Continue reading →

Space you measure in feet and inches and shoes by where your big toe pinches; seasons by cherry, rose and snow, when may comes and swallows go: empires by rise and fall of kings; weather by rain and drought and … Continue reading →

Down on the plains the air is thick with dust and shouting. (Even the animals shout as they are goaded to where they do not want to go from where they do not want to be). All curse and squabble … Continue reading →

Where there are listeners there is no silence. Either the sounds of the listeners’ minds rebound from the boundlessness of space, or the universe itself pounds out a multivociferous chatter; the sound of reaching out, selecting rejecting and pain; coming … Continue reading →

NEW PUBLICATION MAY 2018!

BLONDIN & Other Poems

Poetry in Life: Writing these poems is like collecting the bubbles which stream away from the stern of a small boat crossing a vast ocean. They are all different. They are all the same. Fragile, inconsequential bubbles of livingness…

OXFORD BLUES

Poetry in OXFORD: Bones and stones, churches and vivisection laboratory. Peaceful gardens, rivers and quadrangles. Relentless efforts to squeeze the money out of its alumni. Drifting ghosts looking for peace. Drifting students looking for a place in a disintegrating world. Beauty inherited from the past. Deliberate ugliness bequeathed by the present. Vice Chancellors once men of God. Currently a man chosen because he is good at making money. A footprint of your world and mine.

VIENNA

Poetry in VIENNA: with Coloured Illustrations. Sigmund Freud, a dull man, started off conventionally, as dull men do, with cocaine, electrotherapy and hypnosis. Things became more exciting though when he moved to the second floor and had a realisation rivalling that of St Paul… Here the lunatics are free. They walk the streets confined within their minds, and peer out through the blinds and the visors of their faces.

CENTRE

Learn how to access the Centre. How to understand it. How to use it. How to enter it forever.

GNOMONIC VERSES

“At last! The true History of Humanity according to reliable Jewish and Christian sources, showing how it all went so terribly wrong and left us in the mess we find ourselves in Now – even if we are Moslems!”

JEHOVAH’S FOOTPRINTS

The History and footprints of Jehovah from the Creation of the World until Joshua’s genocide at Jericho, with a postscript by Nietzsche and a comment by a twentieth century American Jewish prophet, Bob Dylan. With comments by Gnome (assisted by Socrates).